Saturday, June 3

It was 20 years ago today...

Sargent Pepper taught a band to play,
They've been going in and out of style,
But there garenteed to raise a smile,
So may I introduce to you....


I'm torn on if I'm going to actually post this meme response. I was absolutely thrilled when I read it at Mrs. Chicky's last night and then when she invited the ladies of the Great White North, I just about lost it. God I hope I was included in that group (once again teen-age angst sets in along with paranoia). Anyhoooo....

The reason I hesitate is due to the fact that I like to keep it light here at MotherBumper. But as I started to form the post in my head and contemplate what I WAS doing 10-20 years ago I got a little freaked. But then I did promise myself that I need to open up more. The stuff I wrote about in the following meme is just scratching the surface. Some might find it tame. But there is alot of pain behind some of those things and I've been meaning to deal with it for a while. So what better time then the present. I figure if I turn somebody off with this, then they probably have never commented on my blog. I've found that the people who visit and comment are some of the coolest and kindest I've met. That is not a dare to the meanies out there. Stay away meanies! As you may gathered I deal with most things using humour. And most of the time I am laughing. So instead of building this up to something more then it's not: Here is what I was doing....

20 years ago I...
  • Started my last year of high school. OH MY GOD THAT WAS 20 YEARS AGO?!?! AHHHHHHH! When did I get that old and where the hell is my invite to the 20 year reunion?
  • A few weeks after graduation moved out on my own to a completely strange city and became what now a days would be called a barrista. Nothing exotic. I just served a damn good expresso and cafe au lait.
  • Started a long journey down the path of toxic relationships. I really had established that behavior which had been years in the making (low self-esteem + parentally-forced friendships + throw in some really bad choices = toxic friendships!). I could write about this for days but having Bumper does not afford me that pleasure (torture?). Let's just say that I had lousy friends who screwed me over for the equivilent of a fried-chicken dinner.
10 years ago I...
  • Did a lot of partying
  • Maintained a stupid job that made no demands on me. Didn't use my brain to save my life. It paid the rent and suited my social life quite well. Spent most of my time looking for a man to take care of me. Met a lot of as*h*les. Sabatoged everything that meant anything to me and my success because I had a fear of failure. Did I mention I hated myself?
  • Did I mention I partied a lot?
5 years ago I...
  • Smartened up and sobered up from the partying. Got a graduate diploma in IT to compliment my degree in Psychology ("hun?" you say? Just try justifying that leap in logic during an interview. I tell you I'm the queen of spin. I can sell ice to the abdominal snowman.) Anyways, I moved to another new city. Got a REAL job with challenges and decided to buckle down. No one was going to take care of me except for ME. Started to discover that I loved myself.
  • Met Bump Daddy. Through his girlfriend (heh). Thats another blog, another time. Maybe.
  • Lost so much weight that I wore a size 0 and had the physique of a 12 year old boy. With nice you-knows.
  • Found a therapist that I couldn't afford but... it saved my life. So in the words of MasterCard: "priceless!".
3 years ago I...
  • Moved in with Bump Daddy
  • Cleansed myself of toxic relationships once and for all (I hope)
  • Gained weight!
1 year ago I...
  • Got married
  • Was up for promotion
  • Got pregnant
  • Got passed over for promotion (and I don't want no flamin' emails/comments about my obvious equation that this was directly due to bullet number 3 because I know what was up and that's that. So no anti-kool-aid-flames - S'ALRIGHT? It's my blog and I can do what I want).
  • Had the most wonderful baby in the world. It still makes me weep to think about it. And that is NOT because I'm remembering the stitches or anything.
  • I knew for sure that I did love myself (collective ahhhhhhhhh).
So far this year I...
  • Have gone slowly insane (but in a good, sleep-deprived way)
  • Have gotten over my fear of meeting other Moms
  • Discovered and started blogging
Yesterday I...
  • went to IKEA, IKEA, IKEA
Today I...
  • Broke down and bought Bumper a high-chair. One more piece of ugly baby furniture to add to our college-inspired decor (translation: futon couch and mismatched EVERYTHING). Who am I kidding? She has got the best furniture in the place. If I could get my hands on a Bumbo that fit me, I'd be one happy lady.
Tomorrow I will...
  • do LAUNDRY, LAUNDRY, LAUNDRY
  • Coronation Street baby! I'm such a dork.
  • Wish it was Friday at 5 again so I have my husband for two full days in a row.
In the next year I will...
  • Be the best mom that ever existed.
  • Stop exaggerating.
  • Stop promising not to exaggerate.
  • Find out for the first time in over 20 years what it's like not to have a dependable paycheque. I've never not worked and this is the scariest thing I've encountered in I don't know how long. I don't like the idea of depending on someone else. Not one bit. I'm scaring myself again (for the 1000th time). Breath. Breath. Must find paper bag....
Thank you. I tag Beth and Bri.

That is all.


are you done yet? I'm hungry lady

12 comments:

bubandpie said...

Do you live at my house, lady? Futon, bumbo, college decor, Ikea bedspread...

I want to hear the story of how you met Bump Daddy!

Mother Bumper said...

HA! Are you the family that lives in my spare bedroom? I sometimes think more then three people live here...

The story of meeting BDaddy is interesting (involves hot-tempered europeans, ski lodge fireplace settings and barf) but I don't think I'm ready to relive, I mean, revisit that one just yet. Maybe.

Her Bad Mother said...

So glad that you did this post. Loved learning more about you.

And, further in our parallel lives - we just set up the high chair (breathtaking in its hideosity) that was a hand-me-down that I really hoped we would escape using. (How? Dunno. Vague hope.) Am now realizing its indispensability. Why is it that the best baby equipment is so fugly?

lildb said...

I'm having similar issues regarding what/what not to confess to in this meme; I'm not a big fan of the idea of dumping my ugly emotional boxed-up junk all over le blog. Just the thought of doing so sounds le gross.

Argh.

p.s. I really enjoyed your meme, even with the revelation that you're *human*. Plus, ain't nothin' like self-deprecating humor - it may not make you laugh so very hard, but it's pretty funny for others.

something blue said...

Breath in... breath out. Thanks for sharing! Life sure does take many turns. I'm glad that things are looking great for you.

J's Mommy said...

I like this meme. Can I play along even if I'm not in the Great White North?

Mother Bumper said...

of course! tell me when you're done and I'll drop by with some tea and cookies (a la mrs. chicky)!

Mrs. Chicky said...

Cookies!!

Sorry.

Gotta love the meme. It exposes... I mean, reveals so much about ourselves. I learned so much from yours and now I'm hungry for more.

And some cookies.

tania (urban_mommy) said...

I could cut and paste your post onto my blog. Wow. Don't know if I should feel conforted or so terribly redundant. Sigh. On the upside, I bet you'll share my bliss over my latest discovery: on Sundays? IKEA plays Coronation Street in their restaurant. !!! No lie girlfriend.

Mother Bumper said...

are you serious? IKEA, .99 cent breakfasts AND corrie street? OMIGOD I'm dead and I've found heaven. Oh so sad...

ANYHOOOOO....

Don't feel redundant but definetely feel comforted. We all got on this crazy ride somehow and the road to the gatekeeper is filled with so many funny and heartbreaking stories that I would love to hear everyones. Cos' heck - look at us now. We are mommies with pasts!

Jezer said...

Oh, I am so with you on the partying and toxic relationships and size 0 and...*sigh*...glad those "good ol' days" are over. Glad you're where you are now so that I can read and relate. Thanks for sharing that!

Bri said...

Reading this brings back so many memories!!! LIke you wrote on my blog we have alot in common.
Size 0, lol, when I was 23 I used to shop at Jacob Jr, can you believe it!!!!
Bumper and Samantha have the same high chair. And I'm also an Ikea fan!!!!
Thanks for writing this post.